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littlemissthunderstorms · 2 months

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warp speed chic pt.1

“the shining city on the fritz”

a tranquility base hotel and casino alternate universe.

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you were in awe.

warm, glimmering lights hung down from the ceiling, the soft glittering reflections painting the walls like a mirrorball. smooth jazz filled the reception area, muddled by various chitter chatter and conversations. the whole atmosphere was warm and welcoming, but you couldn’t help the shiver than ran down your spine when you caught a glance out of one of the big windows, vast space scattered with stars and nebulas stretching on and on above the spectacular intergalactic city lights.

you caught yourself staring, jaw agape.

“can i help you miss?” a man with a sleek suit holding a clipboard looked up at you through his thick rimmed glasses, waiting for an answer. “oh- um, yes! i’m actually supposed to meet um..” you glanced at your card, “alex turner?” the man raised his eyebrows. “mr. turner you say?”

you nodded, not really aware of his importance, or if he had any at all. you just knew you were supposed to meet with him first thing. the man glanced down at his clipboard, shaking his head and scurrying over to the phone at the desk, where he fumbled with the buttons, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose while he waited for someone to pick up.

you clacked your nails on the desk, looking around as you waited, still breath taken by the gorgeous architecture, the way design flowed so beautifully throughout the space. “good evening mr. turner! sorry to trouble you sir, i’ve got someone who’s apparently supposed to be meeting- oh! great, i’ll send her right up. thank you- you too sir.”

you smiled at the man, nervously biting your lip. another dude in a sleek suit came up to the desk, annoyed. “jeremy, i’m the phone guy. what are you doing?” the man with the thick glasses, presumably named jeremy, rolled his eyes. “mark, i don’t want to hear it. go take this young ladies luggage up to her room,” he snapped back, quickly clacking away on his keyboard. “room 505.” mark scoffed, mustering a fake smile for you as he took your luggage and scurried away.

“sorry about him. he’s got a knack for directing calls... anyway, mr. turner’s been expecting you, follow me.” you smile and nod awkwardly, following him as he treks down a long, red carpeted hallway.

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turns out, it’s a little frightening riding the elevator up to the top floor. you’ve never been too afraid of heights, but this elevator is a round tube of pure glass, giving you a chill inducing view of all the buildings as the lift rises, just getting higher and higher, the tops of the neon buildings getting lower and lower.

it was frightening for sure, but interesting nonetheless. the booming metro city outside was a design of neon lights and intricate architecture. surely there were many lives and different storylines sprawling and networking throughout the city, as there was everywhere but it seemed so much more captivating on the moon. you wondered what it was like to live here.

once the elevator reached the peak of the building, dinging as the doors slid open, you happily slid out into the hallway. “go straight down the hall, through that big door. that’s his office.” you nodded, a little intimidated now. “thank you sir.” he smiled. “have a wonderful evening miss.”

and with that he was gone, the elevator dinging once more as it closed, followed by the low hum of the lift descending back down, leaving you on your own. the top floor was eerily quiet, the lights dim. you took a deep breath before walking towards the huge door at the end of the hall, noticing the shiny gold plaque in the middle that read alexander turner, founder of tranquility base hotel & casino.

great. you were set to be talking to the goddamn owner of this place. you seemed very mentally unprepared, all you knew is that you would be working on designing the new wing that was just built, along with a team of designers. of course you were qualified for the job, and it was an honor to design for a place this spectacular, you were just a bit intimidated.

you quickly fluffed up your hair and smoothed down your shirt before knocking, your stomach knotting up. a muffled shuffling sound followed by a few heavy footsteps were heard from behind the door before it swung open.

the man that greeted you on the other side was quite striking. you didn’t quite know who you were expecting, but he was much younger than you imagined, probably no more of an age gap of 3 years between you and him, you assumed. the man wore a crisp, perfectly tailored navy blue suit, the cream button up below equally sleek. his dark hair was slicked back, his vampire-esque hairline on display.

“hello, it’s lovely to have you, i’m alex,” he shook your hand and you smiled, trying not to show your nerves as you introduced yourself. “come, have a seat,” he moved your chair out from under the desk, sitting in his own across from you after you’d sat down.

his office was a bit of a contrast from the rest of the establishment. instead of sleek, polished furniture and vast space, the room inhabited more of a homey, lived in essence. you could tell he’d actually done work here. mahogany bookcases lined the whole wall behind his desk, sprawling with books and journals. various paintings scattered the walls, an occasional sticky note or reminder stuck to a golden frame. instead of overhead lighting, vintage lamps scattered the room, basking the space in a comforting warmth that soothed your nerves.

he ran a hand through his gelled hair, fidgeting with the fold of his sleeves. “we’re really excited to have you here. i’ve got to say, i’m a big fan of your work.” this comment surprised you. “thank you, it’s an honor, really.” you smiled, your cheeks starting to hurt. “i just wanted to see you so i could get you all set up. just before you arrived, i emailed you everything you need to know, so um- just be sure to go over that.”

you nodded attentively. “tomorrow you’ll have a meeting with the other designers in the conference hall, which shouldn’t be tricky to find, there’s a map of the place attached to the email as well,” the man rambled on a bit, telling you a bit about the place, sometimes starting sentences just to never finish them, getting lost in his own thoughts.

you liked the way he spoke, his accent, the dreamlike quality his tone held. “any questions?” he chimed after telling you about the library. you shook your head. you had a lot of questions for him, so many you couldn’t even pick, and plus, you didn’t want to worry him anymore, so you saved those questions for another time, storing them in your mind as if they were books on his shelves. alex sat up, smoothing a hand over his blazer.

“well then, i’ll walk you to your room,” he smiled. “oh, that’s alright it’s no worry,” you stood up. surely he was busy, you didn’t want to bother him. he tilted his head. “do you know where it is?” you were silent for a moment, thinking of the plethora of hallways this place had, your chance of finding the suite on your own was small. “no…” you shook your head, smiling awkwardly.

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“here you are, room 505,” he smiled, holding out a keycard for you. the walk to the suite area had been silent for the most part. the hotel was starting to quiet down since it was getting late. every so often he’d look back and give you a gentle smile before turning back, his heeled boots clacking against the sleek wood flooring. he was so intriguing to you, unlike anyone you’d ever met. you wouldn’t be surprised if he melted into the shadows, seeping away into darkness, like some sort of creature. you couldn’t explain it.

“thank you, mr. turner,” you smiled, grabbing the keycard. “it’s no problem, and call me alex,” he added, stepping away slightly as he realized he might’ve been a bit too close for comfort. “it was nice to meet you, alex.” he grinned. “it’s been a pleasure, have a wonderful night.”

as his footsteps faded off into the darkness, you held your keycard up to the scanner, eyes widening when the door clicked and swung open.

the place was stunning. a large, circular bed sat in the middle of the room, adorned in plush maroon and silky red pillows, with a matching maroon comforter. a white sheer lace bed curtain was tied to each of the four wooden posts, making a gorgeous canopy. the room was tasteful, soft, consisting of intricately designed carpets, sleek 70’s style furniture, and a plasma tv that slid down from the ceiling with a click of a button.

you almost squealed at the sight of the bathroom. the rooms porcelain tiles were pink and cream, matching with the patchwork carpet that sat in front of the clawfoot tub, which was filled with expensive soaps. you opened another sliding door to find a nearly empty walk-in closet, a cherry red silk robe hung on one of the racks, a matching pair of slippers below.

once you were snug in bed, practically melting into the mattress, being engulfed by the soft pillows, your eyes began to feel heavy. you slowly turned your head over to the exterior wall, sleepily gazing out of the large window. most of the city lights were off now, leaving only the inky black void of stars to lull you to sleep.

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stepping into the conference room, you felt a little underdressed in your button down and slacks. there were about six other designers, all clad in an array of vibrancy. shiny space-age metallic tops, dynamic head scarfs, eccentric glasses. they all looked like they were set to walk a runway show, clearly you missed the memo.

you were a teensy bit late, thanks to the warm, soft bed that didn’t fail to keep you asleep through your alarm. you gave an awkward smile when they all turned to look at you, the door slamming a little too loud. you flushed, quickly setting your laptop and purse down as you pushed yourself into the seat across from alex, who gave you a gentle smile.

settling in, you looked up at the designer who was giving a presentation on his ideas for the new stargazing room. you fought to not scrunch your nose. white curtains? white furniture? white walls with gold detailing? it was cute, maybe for a suburban mom but it didn’t match the energy of the hotel whatsoever.

once it was your turn to present ideas, you couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. some of the other designers had okay ideas, but some were also good, and although you loved your plan, these people seemed intimidating.

for the stargazing area, you’d envisioned a more cozy, dreamlike room. the furniture and carpeting would be warm toned, various soft lamps and fairy lights scattered across the room. while you were walking everyone through your presentation, your nerves seemed to ease. when you turned back around to sit down, everyone was quiet, unreadable. great.

after each presentation was done, it was time to discuss. everyones attention redirected to alex. being the owner, he got a big say in the final decision. your heart raced once you heard him murmur your name. “i liked yours. we’ll go with that,” he concluded. “meeting over, see you guys tomorrow.”

your jaw was agape. no discussion, no nothing, he chose yours immediately. the other designers didn’t take it well either, mumbling and grumbling a bit as they gathered their things and stumbled out of the conference room.

the following week, you were in the conference room once again. everyone was discussing plans for the day spa, and you found yourself falling quiet. someone had suggested sleek wood paneled walls, which alex had liked. others had suggested fluorescent lighting installments, to which alex said no. you sat there, observing until alex turned to you. “what about you? any ideas?”

your cheeks flushed a bit. “i was thinking dim, hanging lights, a bunch of different kinds, all warm toned, it makes it more calming.” he fiddled with his pen, nodding and scribbling something down. “i like that.”

a designer across the table from you rolled his eyes subtly. you shrunk in your seat, feeling gross. you didn’t want to be known as some sort of suck up. you couldn’t help the way alex singled you out, agreeing with all your ideas.

nevertheless, it didn’t stop. you’d suggest paintings for the wall, he would agree, you’d bring up an interesting wallpaper, he’d find somewhere to put it, you’d point out curtains that complemented the room well, he’d nod approvingly and scribble it down on his notepad.

eventually, you learned to be quieter, trying to let the other designers have the spot light but sure enough, alex would ask you to share again, his eyes narrowing at you as he dismissed the annoyance that stifled the room.

every single time, you’d receive a subtle scoff or an eye roll from one of the other petty designers. you understood, it was annoying that they’d worked hard to get here and the majority of their ideas were being turned down, but still, were their egos just so fucking big that they couldn’t be at least a little happy for you?

———

the next morning, you found a loup mask outside your door. it was adorned in black satin and lace, small gold detailing outlining the eyes. underneath was a small, metallic gold envelope with an invitation inside.

you have been invited to the tranquility base masquerade party,

tonight, 7pm, @ the information action ratio, live music and free drinks.

so now here you were, clad in a black, lace dress, which mysteriously had showed up at your door later that morning, along with a stunning pair of gold earrings and a dainty necklace that matched the detailing on your mask. the black satin hugged you perfectly, making you wonder how they managed to nail your size and proportions.

chandeliers with bulbs of stars hung down in clusters, emitting a gentle glow. people danced and chatted, jazz flowing through the room from the band on the stage, the martini police. tons of different people wandered around, all masked and dressed in a variety of colors and textures.

letting your eyes linger, you spotted the group of designers all chatting at a booth. instead, you headed towards the bar, figuring they already hated you enough, why annoy them now. the bar was beautiful, lights lit up the whole structure, and as you ordered your martini, you couldn’t help but notice how good looking some of the bartenders were.

as you sipped your drink, you felt someone’s presence directly behind you, a little too close for comfort. you turned, trying to distinguish who was under the sparkly white cat mask. “so, are you fucking him or something?”

your eyebrows raised “huh?” the girl scoffed, and immediately you recognized her as one of the other designers. she had a model figure, super tall with platinum blonde hair, and a menacing scoff. she’d be a really good bully. “are you fucking alex? is that how you get him to pick all your ideas?”

you shook your head, cheeks flushed. “no. i have no idea why he favors me,” you stated, turning back to your drink when you felt a cold liquid down your back, making you gasp. you turned again, the blonde pretending to be shocked as she held her empty glass. “i’m so sorry! i’m so clumsy.”

you rolled your eyes, getting up and deciding you’d had enough. you just wanted to go back to your suite, shower and lay in bed. since you’d arrived, the crowd almost doubled in size. you fought your way through, bumping into a few shoulders as you tried not to step on dresses. a lady in a swan mask turned and bumped you, her feathery dress catching on your shoes. you lost balance, stumbling over your heels, about to fall onto another group of people when you felt strong hands on your waist, and in a whirlwind you were upright.

it was alex. he pulled you close to him and swept you away onto the dancefloor, his hand on your waist, a hand interlocked with yours. you almost didn’t recognize him at first. he wore a black masquerade mask, with dark shimmery sequins adorning the sides. his hair was fluffier, much unlike his usual slicked back look.

you looked up at him, noticing how your hand gripped his shoulder. he’d swept you away so swiftly, leaving you speechless. his dark eyes shimmered under the mask as he peered down at you, waiting for you to speak first. “i- i was just leaving,” you stuttered, hyperfixating on the way the spill made the wet satin stick to your skin. he made no remark, keeping his languid gaze, his mouth twisted into a subtle grin.

“there’s vodka all over my dress,” you added. alex shuffled, taking off his blazer and wrapping it around your shoulders. it didn’t help much, but you didn’t say anything. it was a nice gesture.

the mystery lingered in the back of your mind, you wanted to question him about his decisions to constantly favor you but his position of authority made you bite your tongue.

his position of authority. you noticed how many people were staring all of a sudden. you could sense it in his sharp suit, the expensive, musky cologne he wore. it was entrancing, he was quite entrancing himself, you couldn’t ignore it but you couldn’t do this. you didn’t want the taboo boss employee type of perception cast upon you and him. you wanted to be taken seriously. the other designers were already perceiving you as some sort of teachers pet. the thought instilled momentary nausea.

“alex, i’ve got to go,” you whispered. he looked down at you again. “i’ll walk you back.” you shook your head. “no, no thank you, i’ll manage.” you slipped out of his arms before handing him his blazer, maneuvering your way through the tight packed crowd, slipping around torsos and arms until you finally made it out into the secluded hallway.

you took a deep breath, the chatter, music, and clinking of glasses now muddled. the hall was dark, not counting the floor to ceiling window that casted a murky blue into the space. you pressed your hand up against the window. staring out, you still didn’t comprehend it all was real, convincing yourself that it was a dream, and dreams were merely fragments of space cut out and glued together, playing like a glitched out film reel in your sleep.

you snapped back to reality, the smell of vodka on your dress pungent. quickly, you headed back to your suite, heels clacking on the marble, loud in the silence.

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hii! let me know what you think so far. sorry if this part is a little uneventful, i mostly wanted to set up the environment but trust, better things are coming.

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daddy-long-legssss · 2 months

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#.....i don't need to explain why i made these #and i'm not gonna #they speak for themselves #alex turner #arctic monkeys #tranquility base hotel and casino #tbhc tour #tbhc era #rockwave 2018 #my gifs #mine #daddy-long-legssss

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cluedoenthusiast · 2 months

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I like it when it seems as though his thoughts are causing him pain [X]

#alex turner #arctic monkeys #interview #tbhc #tranquility base hotel and casino #i can make a mini compilation of this i have at least 2 other ones in my head rn #painful thoughts

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uhbasicallyjustmilex · 6 months

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warp speed chic 🧡

#i have such a soft spot for his clockwork orange t shirt #and also just him generally #obviously #i mean look at him?? 🥺#this album was pure magic #and i just adore getting these little glimpses into its creation #they created something so infinitely special ✨#alex turner #tranquility base hotel and casino #tbh+c era #arctic monkeys #alex gifs #my gifs #lulu posts

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tilebytiles · 2 months

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Star Treatment (Alex Turner x Reader) - Part 1

summary: there's a strange man named alex that has a strange obsession with you, and he makes the strangest offer of your life.

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warnings: none

There was a strange man named Alex.

You hadn't learned his last name yet, and as far as you knew, you never would. He never seemed like much for words (or interactions. or people in general, really), always settling himself at the same table in the corner of the café you worked at. The way the building was designed, large windows spanned across every wall except the back one, meaning he always basked in sunlight that beamed down as if he had been specially picked by God.

His routine was simple, almost to the extent of being mundane; not like you could complain, though, since you led an almost painfully simple life. He came in, ordered his coffee, did the bare minimum in terms of small talk, then sat at his precious corner table and sipped at his coffee every so often over the span of an hour, poring over documents he'd brought along in his briefcase or letting himself become entirely immersed in a book. You never pushed his boundaries, tried to go beyond the expectations you two had unintentionally set up, mostly because you didn't know how to. You weren't much for words, either, and as important as predictable days were to you, there was a small pang of guilt that came with the thought of shattering his routine to insert yourself further into it.

You hadn't expected today to be any different. Customers came and went, some more chatty than others, and you did your best to show them all the same kindness and cordiality, especially if they seemed like they weren't having a good day. You figured it was the least you could do to leave your mark on the world. The bell above the door chimed as Alex stepped in, dressed in his strangely typical cream-coloured suit and his crisp, perfectly white dress shirt. It was a bit odd that something so formal was the only attire you'd ever really seen him in, but again, you didn't think you could judge.

He stepped up to the counter, conveniently not halted by any other customers, and flashed you a small smile before his gaze snapped down to the countertop, much as it always did. He could never seem to keep his eyes focused on the same thing; they were always looking at the floor, the counter, the till, the wall, outside through the window, the other customers, their coffee and snacks, whatever he could possibly get his eyes on. Sometimes he looked you straight in the eye, but that was rare.

Normally, he would have recited his order by now, getting it out before you could even offer a 'hello', but he was still staring down at the counter, seemingly lost in thought. You decided to take the initiative and asked, "What can I get you today?"

His head snapped up, and his eyes widened for a moment before returning back to their usual size. "Sorry, uh- just the regular, please."

"Will that be all?"

"Yeah, thanks." You punched in his order as he was already reaching into his pocket, pulling out and opening up his wallet. He always gave you a bigger note than he needed to, insisting you kept the change. It had gotten to the point where you stopped arguing. You watched him, knowing there was no point in reciting the price; he had memorised it a while ago, even with tax. His movements halted, his fingers pausing as they crooked around the leather, then he slowly closed his wallet and looked up at you again. "Can I ask you something?"

You blinked in surprise. "Uh ... yeah. What is it?"

His wallet came open again, but instead of giving you his payment, he pulled out a small, folded piece of paper. It was slightly crumpled, you assumed from how much it might have jostled around in his wallet. Your surprise increased tenfold when he unfolded it and offered it to you. "I want to know if you'll come to this."

Slowly, you took the paper from him, your eyes scanning over the printed text. It was a rectangular slip with a baby blue background and a thin white border. The text was written in black, some kind of fancy font you didn't recognise. 'The chance of a lifetime!' it read. 'Attend the grand unveiling of the brand new Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino! Voucher valid for one person only.'

Your gaze wandered back up to meet his, which was ... anxious? It was hard to tell; the rest of his face didn't give much away. "A hotel?" you asked slowly.

He nodded. "It's, uh, it's been a dream of mine for a while. You've probably seen me ..." He trailed off, gesturing vaguely in the direction of his beloved table. "... with papers and such. I knew I had to invite people, and you were the first I thought of."

You had to hold back from letting out a sound. "Me? Why?"

He shrugged, his gaze drifting down to the till, then the floor, then back up to the counter. "Dunno. I've just seen so much of you, I figured it was only right."

You didn't really know what to say to that. You looked back down at the paper in your hands, mulling over the offer. You weren't sure what would make this hotel different from any other one you'd been in, but it was obvious he was antsy for you to come. You didn't want to be a jerk and turn him down. Besides, when was the last time you'd been in a hotel, anyway? It would be nice to get away from work for a bit.

"I'll come."

His face lit up at that, and he gave you another small smile, although you could swear it was bigger than the obligatory ones he normally gave you. "The, uh, details are on the back of the voucher. I look forward to seein' you there."

He started to walk away, but didn't make it more than two steps before you said, "Alex, you didn't pay."

With a sheepish smile, he returned and fished his wallet back out of his pocket. "I swear I'm not a thief. My mind is just ..." He made a waving gesture with his hand, his eyes widening for a moment for emphasis, and you couldn't suppress the small laugh that bubbled up within you.

Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino, huh?

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On the back of the voucher were the details, as Alex had promised, but there were also instructions that bordered on disconcerting. 'All you really need is your phone and your wallet!' 'Don't bring any extra clothes- you won't need them!' 'Bring your pets, whatever kind of animal they are!'

And so, you found yourself stepping off the train, feeling strangely emptyhanded. The stress that was put on not bringing anything beyond what was absolutely necessary made you nervous; what kind of hotel was this? The last one you'd been in didn't even have free pads or tampons.

Your walk to the address that was neatly printed on the back of the voucher was short, although the stiff silence around you and the fact that you barely knew where you were going made it feel longer. You eventually arrived at a large, empty lot, surrounded by a tall chain-link fence. There was a tall, imposing man dressed in all black at the gate, standing with his arms crossed and his eyes hidden behind sunglasses. As you approached, you couldn't know for sure, but you knew he was eyeing you with nothing beyond contempt and confusion. You pulled the voucher out of your pocket and held it up to him. Silently, he took one look at it, then nodded. He unlocked the gate and pulled it open, the metal creaking and groaning as it dragged along the dry dirt beneath it. You folded the voucher and stuffed it back into your pocket, stepping out onto the lot.

There was already a rather large group of people, the wind carrying their chatter to you before you could even reach them. They looked and sounded about as excited and nervous as you were. You didn't think Alex would have invited so many people to a hotel opening, especially considering the hotel was nowhere in sight. You didn't even see Alex.

And then it hit you.

There was a fucking rocket.

Your jaw dropped at the sheer size of it; it was arguably one of the tallest things you'd ever seen, and you couldn't believe you were less than a kilometer away from it. The outside was coated in sleek silver metal, the screws they'd used to hold the thing together imperceptible from where you stood. There were windows scattered symmetrically across the outside, you guessed so people could marvel at the cosmos. As you got closer to the group of people, you realised they didn't seem even half as surprised about being so close to a goddamn rocket as you were. Had you just not gotten the memo?

As if he could sense your unease, Alex came up beside you, practically grinning. It was the happiest you'd seen him; the most emotion you'd ever seen on his face, actually. "Y/N," he said softly. "I'm glad you came."

"That's a fucking rocket," was all you could manage, pointing at the large contraption. "Why is there a rocket? Why does everyone else not seem impressed that you're loading us into a rocket?"

He gave a dismissive wave of his hand, muttering, "They're all press. They've been in the know about this whole thing for a while. Sort of, uh, against my will, I suppose." He sighed a little at the thought. "To answer your first question, though, there's a rocket because we're going into space."

You stared at him like he had just deconstructed Einstein's theories in front of you. "Why are we going into space?"

"That's where the hotel is."

"You built a hotel in space?" you all but yelled, making some of the people you now knew were journalists glance over at you.

He shushed you, doing a gesture with his hand and everything. "Yes, it's in space."

"And you didn't think to tell me when you invited me?"

He offered an apologetic smile. "In hindsight, yeah, that was, erm, a bit of a dick move. I'm sorry. But you're here now, yeah? Don't worry, it's all completely safe."

"Alex!" a man yelled from the door into the rocket. Like something out of a film, there was a metal ramp leading up to it. "We're ready to go!"

Alex nodded and headed for the ramp, leaving you absolutely bewildered. He ascended, the metal remaining both motionless and completely silent, then stopped and turned once he reached the top. "Thank you for coming, everyone," he said, needing to speak louder so he could be properly heard from where he stood. "I'm very pleased to have you all here. Once we're all situated on the rocket, we'll be heading up into space. It should take no more than a few days for us to get to the hotel, assuming there are no, um, kinks in the process. Once we get there, you'll all be staying for a week, and then we can come back and you can write your articles, yeah?"

Everyone began to pour into the rocket, and you remained at the back of the group, looking more like a straggler that had managed to sneak into the lot than someone that had been formally invited. When you reached the doorway, Alex smiled sympathetically at you and even gave your shoulder a small squeeze, as if that would make anything better. It didn't, but you appreciated the thought. "I promise it'll be fine," he said softly. "Just stick with me, yeah?"

What were you getting yourself into?

#alex turner #alex turner x reader #tranquility base hotel and casino #tbhc era #arctic monkeys #fanfic #alex turner x you #alex turner x y/n

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tranquilitybasehotelcasino · 7 months

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super niche british band

#if any of these poses look familiar don't say nothin. i reused a couple pieces.#my art #gijinka #arctic monkeys #whatever people say i am that's what i'm not #tranquility base hotel and casino #the car #suck it and see #AM #humbug #favorite worst nightmare

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damsel-in-mistress · 20 days

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thinking about the time Alex wrote the lyrics "I have a feeling that this whole thing might just turn out too clever for its own good" in a song on an album that quite literally turned out to be too clever for its own good - just think of all the hate it got for being different bc ppl were stuck on the puzzle (pun fully intended), unaware they were missing the precious piece of Al's writing evolution that is Everything You've Come to Expect and The Last Shadow Puppets

TBH+C is a fucking masterpiece

#tbhc my beloved #I will never shut up about that album #I will never shut up about this man #I will never shut up about his lyricsm #arctic monkeys #alex turner #arctic monkeys lyrics #alex turner lyrics #tbhc #tranquility base hotel and casino #science fiction lyrics

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exoqenesis · 5 months

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depressedraisin · 5 months

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the tranquility base hotel is meant to be an escapist fantasy on the lunar surface. the moon essentially represents a space where the disillusionments and complications of life on earth doesn't exist. alex's mistakes and regrets and heartbreak doesn't exist here it's just all luxury and decadence. the moon is where life is easy, no mess no pain. it's like a post tech neverland. then in the car alex says 'can we please be absolutely sure that's there's a mirrorball for me?' so the mirrorball is the metaphor for hope. he wonders if there is an ending to the story where things turn out well for him. and you know what is a giant mirrorball? the moon. so 🌕🟰🪩 then in one man band miles writes 'i stare up at the moon and my lonely heart goes boom boom boom' so the moon to him represents things he's lost and things he wants back. oh and there was that line in aviation 'the colourama in your eyes takes me on a moonlight drive'. do you catch my drift

#thanks for coming to my ted talk #miles kane #arctic monkeys #one man band #the car #tranquility base hotel and casino

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blair-s-world · 6 months

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Porcupine Alex ❤️

WHY DONT WE CONSIDER THIS AN ERA????

#alex turner #arctic monkeys #jamie cook #matt helders #miles kane #nick o malley #tranquility base hotel and casino

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littlemissthunderstorms · 6 months

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paperwork

tbhc au

soft dom alex x reader

as a ceo of tbhc, work can get stressful. sometimes you just need a distraction! (hint hint being eaten out from under your desk)

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“5 new engines for the ships. i need them on monday….. what?” you spoke into the receiver. “fine. tuesday. no later than that.” you rolled your eyes, mumbling your routine “goodbyes” and “thank you’s” before you slammed the phone down.

you sighed, leaning your head back in your chair as you gazed out of the floor to ceiling windows that adorned your office. an overwhelming pile of paperwork for new various technological advances crowded your desk, you needed a break. stars shimmered in the void that stretched on and on, sometimes giving you the chills. most times the galactic scene outside of your windows would cure your mind fog, leaving you to admire the vast darkness decorated by swirls and stars.

your thoughtful little daze ended abruptly when the phone on your desk rang out. “tranquility base hotel and casino, how may i help you?”

“yeah this is alex. i have a complaint. why the fuck is there so much paperwork for these goddamn rocket ships?”

you scoffed, kicking your feet up onto the desk. “i don’t know, but i’m exhausted. i think my hair might fall out from all the stress.” you ran your fingers through your hair, head slumping back in your chair again.

alex chuckled from the other line, his laugh forming a soft smile across your lips. “hey, um can i come by your office real quick?” you could practically hear his smirk through the receiver. “sure….we’ve got work do to though so make whatever you’re doing quick.”

without a response, he hung up on you. you put the phone down and resumed filling out the sheets of paper that piled up on your desk.

a few moments later alex gave a quick knock to the door and slid in, closing it behind him. he looked as sleek as ever, navy suit adorning his figure, widows peak prominent with his slicked back hair. his heeled boots clacked on the floor as he made his way over to you.

you looked up, smiling at him with twinkly eyes. the boy planted both hands on the desk and leaned over, kissing you sweetly. you sighed into the kiss, making alex grin like a fool. being the ceo’s of tranquility base, you two had been crammed in your offices for the past week. the only times you were able to see eachother was in your shared suit at night. even then you guys were absolutely exhausted, falling asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

the boy made his way over to your side of the desk, spinning your chair around so it faced him. he then knelt down in front of you, face to face due to the low level of your chair. he cupped your face with both hands, kissing you so deeply you had to hold his shoulders for support. the kiss was soon wet and messy, his tongue slid into your desperate mouth, spilling soft moans out of you.

he pulled away slightly, panting as he rested his forehead against yours. “is that what you came for? a couple of kisses?” you smirked. alex leant back, looking you in the eyes. “well that’s part of it.” a mischievous glint flickered across his dark gaze. “i was brainstorming earlier, i know something that might help relieve our stress.”

you tilted your head, quickly catching on after a few moments. “alex….” he looked at you pleadingly, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “stress lowers your life span, seriously, it’s not healthy.” you rolled your eyes, hitting his chest playfully. “what if someone walks in?” “i’ll lock the door.” he replied. “what if someone hears?” you bit your lip. “they can’t do anything about it, we own this place.” he twirled a loose strand of your hair around his finger, bringing his hand up to squish your cheeks.

you blushed ferociously. “fine.” you chuckled, starting to get up out of your chair when alex pushed you back down. you looked up at him, confused. “stay right there love.” he pushed your chair back in so your arms rested on the desk and made his way over to the door, locking it and making his way to the side of the desk opposite from you.

“what are you doing?” you questioned. the boy flashed you a smirk and muttered a sweet “just relax” before he knelt down, crawling under the desk. you soon felt his hands smoothing up your thighs, moving to unbutton your dress pants. once he removed your pants completely, he leaned in, nudging your clothed core with his nose, smirking at the already prominent wet patch of arousal. you gasped, grabbing ahold of the armrests of your chair.

he rested his hands on your thighs, pressing open mouthed, wet kisses to the part of your underwear that was soaked through. you moaned softly, helping him as he slid your panties off. once they were discarded, alex pressed languid kisses to the insides of your thighs, occasionally leaving a little bite and soothing it with his tongue.

he groaned, watching as arousal soaked your throbbing clit. you slid your chair back slightly, positioning yourself in a way where you were able to see him. “fuck alex…. don’t tease me.” you whispered, panting softly. the boy looked up at you with glittery eyes that seemed to reflect the pools of stars that shimmered outside, planting a kiss to the top of your thigh as he admired how gorgeous you looked with your cheeks all flushed for him.

“shh shh pretty girl, how bout’ you keep filling out that paperwork yeah? s’ not gonna do itself.” he cooed, rubbing his hand up and down your calf. you gulped and nodded as you picked up your pen, trying to focus as best as you could on the papers.

your handwriting stuttered when alex blew on your clit, eliciting a soft whimper from your lips. alex loved teasing you, the little moans that would escape from your lips when he’d run his tip along your folds. or the way you’d wriggle your hips while he kitten licked at your pussy, craving more. but now, he couldn’t hold back. he was practically drooling, needing to taste you.

alex licked a stripe up your clit, causing you to gasp and bite your lip, putting a death grip on the pen. he continued to eat you out, his nose coated in arousal as he darted his tongue in and out of your dripping hole. you moaned quite loudly at the action, moving to wrap your leg over his back, his face nuzzling deeper into your pussy.

you flipped over to the next paper, trying your best to fill it out and be good for him, doing what he said. alex suckled your clit into his mouth, his pace getting faster as his warm wet mouth glided over your heat. you moaned again, gripping the desk with one hand.

putting the pen down, your eyes squeezed shut, your whimpers only escalating. alex noticed this and stopped his movements. “keep filling out that paperwork, cmon, be a good girl.” you nodded and went to pick up the pen again, trying your best to remember addresses and names in your clouded state of ecstasy.

alex wasn’t making it any easier. the man was ruthless, slobbering all over your pussy as he devoured you. you bit your lip, trying to focus when two long fingers slowly started to pump inside you, his tongue on your clit not ceasing one bit. you yelped, quickly covering your mouth with your hand, trying to sign the bottom of a contract with the other.

your eyes squeezed shut again as his fingers curled inside of you at a speedy pace, your mouth parted in a half moan. the squelching noises coming from under the desk were pornographic, making you impossibly wetter.

already, you could feel the pleasure building up in your lower stomach. opening your eyes a bit, you realized you’d drooled on some of the paper, smudging some of the ink. you couldn’t care less. you threw your head back as alex’s mouth moved against a particular spot that only brought you closer to fireworks, his fingers hitting your g-spot over and over again.

“oh fuck alex, right there.” you practically screamed, tears dropping down your flushed cheeks. alex moaned, sending vibrations into your clit as he licked and sucked faster, his thick fingers stroking your walls so deliciously. “fuck fuck fuck fuck.” you whispered, bucking your hips into his face as your orgasm ripped through you.

you screamed alex’s name, nails digging into the wooden desk as your heel dug into the boys back. you whimpered and gasped, sobbing alex’s name as your legs shook. the man knew how to give a women a killer orgasm, that was for sure. alex licked up every drop as you came, he didn’t stop until your hips flinched away from his face, wincing at the sensitivity.

alex crawled out from under the desk, his nose and cheeks rosy and damp from your arousal. he stood up, picking you up from your chair and sitting in it instead, placing you on his lap. he kissed your tears, soothingly carding through your hair with his soft hands.

“shh shh, that’s a girl…” he pressed a tender kiss to your lips. “you did so good.. my perfect girl.” your stomach fluttered at his words, mind starting to de-fog from your insane high.

alex sat you up so you were straddling him, feeling his erection against your bare clit.

“think you can take one more for me honey?”

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hope you enjoyedd!! might make a part two sometime

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#alex turner #alex turner x reader #arctic monkeys #humbug #alex turner fluff #alex turner one shot #tlsp #suck it and see #alex turner smut #tranquility base hotel and casino

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subtle-as-an-earthquake · 8 months

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Arctic Monkeys Exhibition for TBHC, Sheffield 2018 (photos by @subtle-as-an-earthquake)

#had to dig up my pics from my external hard drive but worth it ✨️#as a massive arctic monkeys fan and a museum curator in training this was just about the greatest thing I'd ever seen #it wasn't even that big but I pretty much hung around all afternoon #they played warp speed chic in a little film room and i must've watched it at least four times in a row #my poor friends lol #arctic monkeys #alex turner #zackery michael #tbhc #tranquility base hotel and casino

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drama-goblin-king · 1 month

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being an AM stan but not listening to tranquility bas hotel & casino is such a red flag ugh

#arctic monkeys #AM #tranquility base hotel and casino

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tilebytiles · 2 months

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Star Treatment (Alex Turner x Reader) - Part 4

summary: there's a strange man named alex that has a strange obsession with you, and he makes the strangest offer of your life.

word count: 4.1k

warnings: violence, smut (oral - f receiving)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

You sat on the edge of Alex's bed, remaining completely silent and as still as a statue as Alexa and Miles practically tore his room apart, trying to find clothes that would fit you. Although his room looked exactly like yours, his closet and chest of drawers had been tailored to his exact tastes and were filled with entirely different clothes that were all too big and too fancy. You couldn't help but marvel at how many different suits that man had.

"He has joggers," Alexa finally announced, practically yanking a pair of black joggers from one of the drawers. She tossed them onto the bed, careful to not hit you with them, and resumed her search for a suitable top.

Emerging from the closet, Miles groaned. "What kind of sick bastard doesn't even have a comfortable tee to wear?"

"The kind of sick bastard that builds a hotel on the moon," you mumbled, hugging your arms a little tighter against your chest. You'd been in that position for the last fifteen minutes, at least. Your arm was now wrapped up in bandages, and the bleeding had stopped, but there was still a dull ache reverberating from the wounds.

“Fuckin’ finally!” Miles exclaimed, taking a plain white tee from Alexa. He held it out to you, seemingly for approval, and you nodded quickly. You were desperate to get out of your dress; it was pretty, but now it only reminded you of the terrible events that had just unfolded. “I’ll step out.” He handed the shirt back to Alexa. “Just holler if you need me.”

You watched as he opened the door, stepped out, then shut it behind him. You glanced over at Alexa, who gave you the same warm smile she had in the lift. “Can you stand up?” she asked. “Let’s get that damned dress off of you.”

You stood and turned, facing the door as Alexa walked the short distance to you. You felt her hands land on the back of your dress, and you felt one of her rings brush against your back as she began unzipping the dress. Miraculously, you’d been able to get it zipped up on your own before the party, so you knew you could do it yourself; you appreciated the help that you were being offered, though, and you didn’t say a word. When the zipper hit the bottom, you wriggled your way out of the tulle straps that had rested around your shoulders and let the dress hit the floor. You stepped out of the circle of fabric, then turned once more to face Alexa as she passed the white tee over to you.

You got changed relatively quickly, and Alexa even gave you a pair of black socks she’d found in one of the drawers. You thanked her quietly; you’d always been abnormally particular about not letting things touch your feet, and the thought of some hidden particle or crumb being buried in Alex’s carpet for you to find unsettled you. The joggers were a little loose and a little long, but pulling them up to your waist and a tug of the drawstrings did the trick. You even knotted the drawstrings to be sure the joggers wouldn’t come off in the middle of the night.

Not long after you were dressed and sitting on the edge of Alex’s bed again, the door all but swung open to reveal him. He didn’t look as angry as he had before, but it was clear he wasn’t perfectly calm, either. When his eyes landed on you, though, his expression seemed to soften a bit. He quickly looked over at Alexa and nodded once. “Thank you for helping.”

“Girls have to help girls,” she said with a small shrug, smiling at you again. It seemed there’d been an unspoken request in Alex’s words, for within the next few seconds, she was across the room and out the door.

Alex gently shut the door, then turned to look at you again, letting out a heavy sigh. He walked over slowly, his footsteps muffled against the carpet. When he reached you, he sat down beside you, careful to leave a little bit of space between the two of you. He stared down at the floor, seemingly lost in thought. His jaw shifted, much as James’ had, but even when its movements ceased, no words came out. You decided to take the initiative. “What happened?”

“I almost beat the fuck out of him,” he mumbled, reaching up to scratch at his chin. He still wouldn’t look at you. “I asked him what you could’ve possibly done to warrant being injured, and at first, he didn’t answer. When I threatened to throw him out of the airlock and let him suffocate, though, he was quick to start talking.” He let out a low, wry chuckle. “He knew his connections and status couldn’t save him out here.”

He finally looked at you, letting his hands rest limply between his legs, which were spread apart- the way they always were, if he didn’t have them neatly crossed. Your own hands were nestled between your thighs. His expression was unreadable, something you found almost painful. “He said you’d rejected him,” he murmured. “He’d tried to be nice, but you weren’t.”

Your heart plummeted into your stomach. You hadn’t anticipated Alex believing him. “I-I’m sorry,” you stammered out, “I wasn’t trying to-”

He shook his head, making you shut up instantly. “I knew he was full of shite.” He visibly hesitated before reaching over and resting his hand on your knee. His touch was light, giving you plenty of room to move your leg if you were uncomfortable; you didn’t, though. You quite liked how borderline comforting his touch felt. “What really happened, Y/N?”

His thumb began to trace small circles against your knee, crumpling up the fabric of his joggers and then smoothing it back out. You took a minute or two to try and find the right words to explain what had happened, and he waited patiently. “I rejected him,” you finally said, “because I wasn’t interested.”

You couldn’t take your eyes off of Alex’s thumb, and in your periphery, you saw him nod. “Then what happened?”

“He asked if it was because of you.”

His thumb stopped in its tracks. “Me?”

You nodded. There was a lump trying to form in your throat, although you had no idea why. “He asked if he wasn’t good enough for me because I wanted to be with you instead. Then he … he accused me of having sex with you.”

Alex let out a breath, and his hand lifted from your knee, returning to his lap. You could see both of his hands clenching into fists, then relaxing, then clenching again, as if he was trying not to punch something. It continued for what felt like an eternity, but had really been no more than a couple of minutes. When he finally spoke again, his voice was low. “I’m getting him sent back to Earth.”

That wasn’t what you’d anticipated him saying. “What?”

“For my sake and everyone else’s. God knows he’ll probably try to pull that shit with someone else … and if I have to keep seeing his stupid fucking face for the rest of this trip, I’m throwing him outside and letting him die.”

You remained quiet, understanding where Alex’s rage came from. It was a poorly timed feeling, but your stomach fluttered a little at the thought that he was so upset on your behalf. It made you wonder if James was telling the truth. A sigh escaped him, and he turned his head to look at you. “You look exhausted,” he mumbled.

You shrugged. “This isn’t so bad, really. Just an average shift.”

He chuckled and nodded, but then his expression slipped back into one of concern. “You should rest,” he said quietly. “You can sleep here for the night.”

“I really shouldn’t-“

“Y/N.” He gave you a look, then jerked his head in the direction of the rest of his bed. “Rest.” It was less of a suggestion and more of a command, and although you knew sleeping in his room was probably a terrible idea, you were absolutely exhausted. It hadn’t hit you until now; knowing you were finally away from the danger of before, your body came out of fight-or-flight mode and adrenaline was no longer coursing through your veins.

You stood and went around the bed, slipping beneath the covers on the right side. Your head hit the pillow, and you were half tempted to fall asleep right then and there; you didn’t, though. You wanted to talk to Alex for a little longer. He stood from the edge of the bed and approached the window, drawing the curtains shut. He then crossed the room and flicked the light switch, encasing you both in almost complete darkness. You could just barely hear him as he went around the bed to the other side, and you felt the mattress sink beneath his weight as he sat down beside you. He didn’t dare get under the covers with you. Mustering up the courage to say something, you asked, “Why do you wear so many suits?”

You could make out the faint tremble of his body as he silently laughed at your question. “Out of all the things you could ask, that’s what you wanna know?”

“It’s a valid question.”

“I suppose so.” There were two thumps as he kicked his shoes off, then his legs lifted, stretching out in front of him on the bed. “I just like wearing ‘em.”

“No other motives?”

“Nope,” he said, popping the p. “Plus, I mean, I don’t think I should come into work looking like I just rolled out of bed.”

That drew a small laugh from you. “Well, your hair kind of looks the part.”

“I believe it’s fashionable to have messy hair.”

“If Miles had messy hair when he went into work, I don’t know how kindly his boss would take to it.”

“Miles is bald,” he retorted, making you both burst into laughter.

When your laughter died down and you were left in a soothing silence, you could just barely make out Alex turning his head to look down at you. “Go to sleep,” he murmured. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

That comforted you more than words could ever describe.

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“You fucking bitch!” James yelled, lunging for you.

You were back in that accursed dress, and you didn’t know why. You were back in the main lobby, once again a part of the party, except everyone else was gone and it was just you and James. The lobby had become a sparring ring as you ducked and dodged each of James’ jabs; his hands felt more like the claws from crane machines, attempting to mercilessly dig into your skin and pull you closer. Much like the prizes in the machines, though, you evaded him every time.

“James, please!” you shouted. “Let’s talk about this!”

“I fucking knew there was something between you and him. I fucking knew it!”

“Please, just leave me alone!” Your cries fell on deaf ears. As you ran, you stepped on the bottom of your dress and tripped yourself, tumbling to the floor. You tried to scramble back up, but James was already on top of you, straddling you and squeezing your throat. You clawed at him, your nails digging into his flesh, but it did nothing.

Keeping one hand wrapped firmly around your neck, he reached down with the other and pulled a pocketknife from the pocket of his trousers. Your eyes widened in fear, and you let out choked screams as he flicked the blade out, only lifting his hand to drive the cold metal into your throat.

You shot up in Alex’s bed, gasping for air and clawing at your throat, fending off hands that weren’t there. You felt for blood; there was none. It took your eyes a few seconds to adjust to the dark room, and a few seconds longer for it to register it had all been a dream. You ran a hand through your hair as your breathing finally began to slow, although you could still feel your heart hammering against your ribcage, threatening to break free of the confines that were your body.

You looked over, expecting to see Alex, but he wasn’t there. Light slipped through the crack beneath the bathroom door, and the levels of anxiety that had been rising at the thought of not even having him for comfort quickly began to lower. You figured all you could do was sit and wait until he returned.

A couple of minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom. Before he turned the light off, you could make out his clothes and realised he was still wearing what he had been before, making you wonder if he planned to change at all that night. Probably not. He looked over at you, and concern immediately coated all of his features at the state you were in. Even in the darkness of his room, he could tell you were pale as a ghost, and despite having calmed down for the most part, he could just barely make out the fear in your eyes.

He walked back over to his side of the bed and sat beside you, not once letting his eyes leave yours. “D’you wanna talk about it?” he asked quietly. You hesitated before shaking your head, and he nodded, not saying anything else.

You both sat in silence, much as you had before you’d fallen asleep, but this one felt much more tense and awkward. The nightmare was (understandably) still gnawing at your mind, and with it, the things James had actually accused you of. Both you and Alex. Keeping your head down and staring at the blanket, you finally asked, “Is what James said about you … true?”

You heard him shift, then sigh. “Is this really what we’re gonna talk about?”

“Alex.”

“Do you want the truth?”

You lifted your head to look at him, and he was staring dead at you. You wondered if he’d looked away at all since he’d sat down. “Yeah,” you answered quietly.

He nodded and let out another sigh, finally turning his head to look away. He stared down at the blanket instead, reaching up and toying with his gold chain. Did he mean to sleep with that, too? “In some ways, yeah, he was right.” That made your heart twist in a way you weren’t used to. Had you wanted him to be right?

“What do you mean?”

“I stare at you. I always go out of my way to speak to you. I invited you here, when you’re not even a journalist. You were just … the girl that took my order. But you’ve always been so much more than that.”

Your face paled for what felt like the millionth time that night. “What?”

“I guess I’m kind of obsessed with you.” His fingers stopped, having tangled themselves up in his chain. “More than kind of,” he finally added. “I’m proper mad for you.”

For a long time, neither of you said anything. Alex remained silent, patiently waiting for your response- and what he expected to be a swift rejection- and you sat there, trying to figure out how to respond. You didn’t want to reject him; not at all. It was easy to reject James because you knew you didn’t feel anything for him, and now you were certain you never would. But … Alex?

If you were being honest with yourself (again, you did so hesitantly), he had been the highlight of every shift since he’d started frequenting the café you worked at. You always looked forward to seeing him, even if your interactions were limited and never crossed the border of politeness. You’d always been intrigued by him, wanting to get your hands on those documents of his and see his mind laid out on paper. Plus, his innate awkwardness was kind of nice, considering you were equally as awkward most of the time. He looked assured, confident, but the moment he started speaking, that seemed to go out the window.

“Your silence is making me nervous,” he mumbled, snapping you out of your internal debate. His fingers had resumed their movements, and if he fidgeted any harder, you were convinced he’d yank his chain off.

You took a moment to respond. “Why me?” was the only thing you could think to say.

He nodded, though, as if to reassure you it was a valid question. But then he said, “Why not you?” His gaze finally found yours again. “You’re always so nice to everyone, even the pricks that don’t deserve it. You’ve got the cutest smile and the sweetest laugh, and when I hear you speak, I’m convinced I’m listening to a congregation of angels.” Slowly, hesitantly, his free hand found yours, his thumb lightly pressing into your palm. “Why not you?”

You weren’t sure how to respond. Finally, slowly, you asked, “Can we … I don’t know … kiss or something?”

A breathy chuckle escaped him. “Or something?” he echoed, clearly amused.

Your cheeks flared red with embarrassment. “Look, I’ve never done this and I-”

He shut you up with the kiss you’d asked for. His lips were hard, almost desperate, against yours, like a man in the desert finally finding water. His hand slipped from yours and instead curled around the base of your head, his fingers slipping into your hair as he pulled you closer. For a first kiss, you thought this was pretty stellar- no pun intended.

His mouth left yours and forged a warm trail across your jaw, then onto your neck. His breath was warm against your skin, and his teeth lightly nipped every so often, as if to keep you on your toes. “You’ve never done this before?” he mumbled against you.

You shuddered at the sensation it gave you and nodded. “Is that bad?”

He planted one last kiss against your neck before lifting his head to look down at you. His expression softened. “Course not. If anything, I like being your first.”

“Why?”

“Because it means no one else has touched you.” He kissed you again, somehow harder than before, and slowly pushed you down onto your back, his desire growing untamable and his mind growing cloudier. His kisses followed the same trail he’d made before, except they didn’t stop there; they moved down to your collarbone, his fingers hooking around the neckline of your tee and tugging it down so he could kiss more of your skin. Your whole body suddenly felt uncomfortably warm, and you knew it wasn’t a matter of temperature.

He readjusted his position so he was on his hands and knees, holding himself up above you. “I need you to tell me if this is okay,” he said quietly. “If you want me to stop, I will in an instant. I’m not going to fulfill my desires at the expense of your comfort.”

“It’s okay,” you said, a little too quickly. You weren’t exactly being coy about how much you wanted whatever he was about to do to you. He could sense your excitement and offered you a small smile, kissing your lips one last time before heading downwards. In the back of your mind, you wondered if it was stupid or crazy (or both) to do something so intimate with the person you’d only just confessed to; at the same time, though, you couldn’t care. Alex Turner, arguably one of the most attractive people you’d ever met, was attracted to you. You were going to ride off of that high and let it cloud your judgment for days.

You were snapped out of the trance you were in by the feeling of him pulling down your joggers. Despite it being dark and making most everything difficult to see, his eyes still widened at the sight of your underwear and the current state it was in. Your cheeks flushed.

His hands crept up to the band of your underwear and tugged, tugged, tugged until it was off of you completely. “Open your legs for me,” he murmured, pushing your legs back so your knees were in the air. You did what you were told, parting your thighs and allowing him to see your center in full. His grip on your thighs tightened a little, and he began to press kisses against your inner thighs, slowly working his way closer and closer. Your hands anxiously crumpled and smoothed out the fabric of your shirt.

After what felt like ages (you were extremely close to telling him to get on with it already), you felt his tongue press against your clit, slowly swiping up and leaving as soon as it had arrived. “Fuckin’ hell,” he breathed, ducking his head back down for more. You thought he’d maybe intended to be slow at first, but if he had, that seemed to go way out the window the second he tasted you. His tongue swirled against your clit, lapped eagerly at it, and on more than one occasion, he sucked it into his mouth, making your legs twitch and your thighs clamp around his head, locking him in place. The entire time, you were moaning, and there were points where you thought he was, too.

Rarely did his tongue delve inside of you; he focused the vast majority of his attention on your clit, making you twitch and writhe on his bed. That small voice in the back of your head was still in denial that any of this was even happening; maybe it was all some crazy wet dream. Getting eaten out by the man that visited your café daily and had invited you to the fucking moon was certainly not on your bingo card this year. Still, despite those nagging doubts, the pleasure you felt slowly building up inside of you was all too real.

“Alex,” you whined, “I think I might-”

“I know, princess,” he murmured, the vibrations of his voice making your hips buck. “Just relax for me.”

It was as if your body was completely under his command; your thighs did loosen around his head, but it was only momentary, and the second his tongue flicked against your clit from a certain angle, they tensed up again. His fingers began to absentmindedly massage your thighs as his mouth worked wonders on you.

You wondered if he knew you were coming before you knew, because only a few seconds before the final wave of pleasure crashed against you, the speed of his tongue increased. Your hips pressed up against his face, and even with how dark the room already was, your vision was getting darker and you thought you’d black out with how intense your orgasm was. His tongue slowed, but didn’t depart from your center until your hips finally came back down to the mattress and your body stilled.

His head lifted, and you looked at him, feeling utterly exhausted despite not doing a thing. Seeing how tired your orgasm had made you, he just smiled and pressed a kiss to your inner right thigh. “How did I do?”

“Oh my God,” you breathed. He laughed. “Do you think they heard?”

He seemed to genuinely ponder on that for a moment or two before shrugging. “Let’s hope our beloved Mr. Schwartz did.”

“I might be more embarrassed if he did.”

He slowly rose from his bed and walked around, heading for the bathroom. “I’ll be right back,” he said softly, “just gonna wash my face.” You wondered if he was reassuring you because of the nightmare you’d had, even if he didn’t know of its contents. This line of thinking was only solidified when he left the door open. You could hear the sink running, as well as the occasional splash.

You forced yourself to pull your underwear and joggers back on, getting comfortable again beneath the blanket. After about a minute, Alex came back out of the bathroom and rejoined you in the bed. He looped his arms around your waist and pulled you snugly against his frame, burying his face into your hair. Without giving it much thought, you shifted to fit better against him, your left cheek pressed against his chest as your right arm draped over his torso. “Thank you,” you finally mumbled.

“For what?” You liked being able to feel his chest rumble beneath you as he spoke.

“For inviting me here.”

His thumb began to rub comforting circles against your back. “You were the first person I thought of,” he said quietly. It was the same thing he’d told you when he’d first invited you. At some point, you fell asleep in his arms, and your heart felt full.

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